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“Not the Man I Used to Be” by Trevor Witt

I’m not the man I used to be –
Older, wiser, somehow just as stupid,
Working harder, sleeping less,
With a fire in my belly,
But burning out fast.
I look into the mirror;
A wrinkled face stares back.
My youth has run away,
And I hobble far behind,
Unsure of what follows me.

“Coffee Is Sunshine” by Trevor Witt

Coffee is sunshine,
On my tongue,
Like your hand upon my knee,
Or on my thigh,
Depending on the brew,
Depending on the mood,
Relaxing excitement,
My heart starts racing,
As your taste percolates in my mind.
Coffee,
Like your kiss,
Intoxicates me,
Sending me into a trance,
Moving me to dance,
Generating words, and motions,
Maybe it should be called “expresso”,
As our hips express emotions,
And we roll and lay happily, lazily, in bed.